your eyes, my lights

She sighed one night, wrapped up in love's caprice,
"Tomorrow let us watch the rising sun
Atop that hill we visit." I agreed.
When she had left, I rose and set my clock.

My eyes at waking spied a golden rim,
And when it came to mind what we had said,
I sprang awake, threw clothes on, dashed outside;
And as I ran, I feared what she might think ---

That all my love for her was empty words,
That at the slightest breeze, its flower wilts,
That with the dusk, it and the day both died ---
And if somehow I caught her at the top,
I would not have the breath to set it right.

Then I arrived. I was the only one;
I looked around, and no one was in sight.
When high noon neared to mock me, I departed,
Dreading she was gone, for now, for good.